Day 148 - to La Rochelle With a heavy heart I say goodbye to Sophie and Oléron. La Rochelle, or more specifically, Biarritz and the end of my march are awaiting me. We use the morning to explore the citadel and
I had almost reached the Atlantic in Royan when I stayed on the campsite Des Acacias outside Clion. Upon hearing about my travels the owner suggested I talk to Jacqui, a reporter for the local newspaper Haute Saintonge.
Day 141 - to Aubeterre-sur-Dronne Another night in which I have hardly slept. The damp cold has spread throughout my body. From up the river drums and bass could be heard all night. A metal club I presume.
Paul, who shares a
Day 134 - Rocamadour Thanks to the busy road next door the night was noisy. There is no way I will stay here another night. I pack and say goodbye to Alix. The Belgian couple in the camper next door agrees
Day 120 - to Ferrieres-sur-Sichon Natasha, the pizza baker and campsite manager has cooked my six eggs and treats me to a free breakfast. In peace I enjoy my cereal bowl of milk with coffee and bread with cherry jam while
Day 113 - to Lyon (or Saint-Cyr-au-Mont-d'Or) In the morning it rains even heavier than the night before. I'm trying to get the tent dry under a canopy and in the washroom and fail.
At least Anne from Lyon has replied to
Day 106 - to Villaines-en-Duesmois At breakfast we talk about my route from Vougrey. I mention that on the way to Lyon I will pass very close to the Abbaye Fontanay, but do not yet know whether I want to afford
I had expected that by now the harsh July heat would make walking difficult. Instead, I go through rain shower after rain shower, rainy day after rainy day. At least I am lucky and several times wonderful families welcome me